Douluo: You call this a toy

"Who said that?"?

Sister Hua was a little surprised when she heard Yang Fan's words.

"A friend, I'm curious."

The tone on the other side changed and he said solemnly: "Chao Tianbiao, the underground king of Nanzhou, is dead, and several others have died."

As expected, Sister Hua was well informed and asked: "Why is such a big thing not on the news?"

"No one called the police, so the police naturally don't know. Besides, you don't understand. Who is Chao Tianbiao? He has information on many people! Those people just want him to disappear!"

"So, his death will not be investigated."

Yang Fan didn't expect Sister Hua to analyze it so thoroughly. He couldn't help but doubt her identity. Was she just the person in charge of the Millennium Leisure Club?His ability to see things through is impressive.

"Listening to Sister Hua's words is better than ten years of studying. I won't disturb your rest."

Sister Hua suddenly asked: "You are so concerned, couldn't it be you who did it?"

Yang Fan paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "I wish I were that capable, so that I wouldn't have to stick my butt out in the fields and eat with my back turned to the sky."

"Well, you, Sister Hua, and I know everything. Don't think I don't know about your private life."

Yang Fan didn't believe it. When he killed someone, there was basically no third party present. As long as he didn't tell anyone, no one would know.

After finishing the call with Sister Hua, Yang Fan's expression changed drastically when he received a message from Mu Hui. The matter was done. Why should this guy report to him?Since then, he seems to have become the master.

Three days passed in a flash.

Not only was the decoration of the medical center completed, Yang Fan also hired a cleaning company to clean the medical center inside and out. Tables, chairs, hospital beds and other related equipment were all in place.

Sitting in the consulting room, he was full of emotions. With the Ming Medical Certificate and various procedures, the medical clinic was renovated again. Before he knew it, he had his own medical clinic, which he could not even dream of before.

"Doctor Yang, what are you thinking about?"

Concubine He Yan came over and joked playfully.

Yang Fan looked at her and said, "How can I recruit patients? I'm worried."

Sitting opposite Yang Fan, she leaned on the table and encouraged: "How can a doctor as skilled as you worry about having no patients?"

"Believe me, within two days, when I hear the news about the opening of the medical center, someone will definitely come."

He smiled: "Are you so confident in me?"

"Of course, I've had a bad cold for a week and I can't even take infusions or medicines. You can give me a few injections. I don't think you can find many such good medical skills in the country."

"What the boss lady said makes me confident."

Jingle Bell.

Yang Fan glanced at the phone on the table and saw that it was Mu Hui. His face darkened and he wanted to set a clear line with him. Why was this guy calling again?He said unhappily: "If nothing happens in the future, don't contact me!"

Mu Hui hesitated and said, "Boss, I have something to ask you."

How can you call it that?He was an out-and-out good citizen, so he immediately corrected him: "Don't call me that, I'm not your boss."

"Yes, sir, I really need to see you."

This guy changed his words very quickly. Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "I'm in a medical clinic and I only accept patients."

After speaking, hang up the phone.

"Is my friend coming? He's leaving."

Concubine He Yan stretched and walked outside.

Not long after, a middle-aged man walked into the hospital holding his stomach.

"gentlemen."

The visitor said as he sat at the consultation table.

Yang Fan naturally recognized him, it was Mu Hui. His eyes stayed on him for a moment and he couldn't help but frown, "I have treated you. It is said that the wound will heal in about three days. Why is it still bleeding?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Mu Hui's eyes. How could he conclude that the wound was bleeding?Gong Sheng said: "On the phone, sir, he said that he only receives patients and the rules cannot be broken. Therefore, I will tear the wound a little so that I can come to see you openly."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

No matter what Mu Hui does, Yang Fan's opinion of him will not change.

Mu Hui took out a bank card from his pocket and pushed it in front of Yang Fan.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Fan just glanced at it and asked in confusion.

"Sir, you should have heard of the Wuhu Group. When Chao Tianbiao died, the successor was Black Dog. Unfortunately, Black Dog also died. Therefore, his position fell to me..."

Before Mu Hui could finish speaking, Yang Fan said, "You make your own decisions about this kind of thing. Others can't influence you."

Seeing that Yang Fan neither objected nor agreed clearly, he nodded hurriedly and explained: "There are 8000 million in this card. Thank you for saving my life. Don't worry, the money is net. I earned it by running a KTV. I didn't touch it." A little blood."

8000 million?This guy still has some conscience, "Can your KTV make so much money?"

Mu Hui straightened up immediately, "Sir, to tell you the truth, Blue Charm KTV was given to me by Chao Tianbiao, and its annual net profit is more than 6000 million."

Yang Fan declined, "The offer is too much, I can't take it."

Mu Hui waved his hand quickly, "Not much. In addition, I will give you 30.00% of the annual profit of Blue Charm KTV."

Yang Fan is not obsessed with money. He can ask for the 8000 million for his medical treatment, but he cannot accept Lan Mei's dividends!

"I appreciate your sincerity. I will accept the 8000 million and use it as treatment expenses. I don't want a penny of the rest!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Mu Hui knew what he was concerned about, so he changed the topic and voted: "Sir, you are my reborn parent. If anything happens in the future, as long as you explain it to me, I will die without mercy!"

Yang Fan smiled lightly and said, "You are serious."

"You are my first patient. Lie on the bed and I will give you a few injections."

"Thank you sir."

Mu Hui then lay on the examination bed nearby. The incision was slightly cracked. This small injury was nothing to Yang Fan. After more than ten minutes, it was completely healed.

After Mu Hui left, Yang Fan went to the self-service teller machine 30 meters away from the medical center. When he saw the series of numbers, he couldn't help but sigh, sometimes it's so easy to make money.

When I returned to the hospital, I felt refreshed. Before I knew it, I was a billionaire. Even if I did nothing, I could still eat and drink for the rest of my life.

Ok?

Inadvertently, I noticed a wheelchair passing by the door. I thought slightly and immediately chased him out.

We caught up at the entrance of the supermarket. There was a young man in his 20s sitting in a wheelchair. The person pushing the wheelchair was his mother. The mother and son planned to go into the supermarket to shop, but Yang Fan stopped them.

"Little comrade, you are blocking the road."

The middle-aged woman said.

At this moment, Yang Fan already understood the patient's condition. Instead of answering the middle-aged woman, he asked the patient: "Brother, do you want to stand up?"

The patient was in a depressed mood and glanced at him sideways, "I'm almost dead, don't mess with me."

The middle-aged woman immediately responded: "What's wrong with you, little comrade? I didn't provoke you, I didn't provoke you, get out of the way!"

"Auntie, he is your son, right? He is a paraplegic. I can help him."

Yang Fan recommended himself, but unfortunately the mother and son did not appreciate it.

"My son is like this. Can you have some sympathy? How did your mother educate you? It's not civilized to poke scars!"

The middle-aged woman pushed him away and pushed the wheelchair into the supermarket, cursing something.

His good intentions were treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, and Yang Fan left with a wry smile.